Page 83 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

Her back arched, the walls of her pussy gripping me. “Oh, god. Mo!”

A satisfied rumble echoed in my chest, pieces falling into place. She’d loved the things I said in the cellar the other night, too. My little scientist had afilthyside to her—and she never even knew it. Gesù, I loved it.

Rolling my hips, I made sure to hit the sweet spot inside her with each thrust as I kept talking. “I’m going to fill you up. As many times as it takes, and more after that. You’ll let me give you a baby, won’t you, sporcacciona?”

That did it. She froze, then started convulsing, her walls milking me. I held on by a very thin string. It was too good and I could feel my balls tingling as my orgasm rushed up.

My cock thickened, the inevitable happening, but at the last second I didn’t think. I just pulled out.

“Minchia!” I shouted, my cock pulsing as I poured onto her stomach. White light exploded behind my eyes, my head spinning with the force of my orgasm. It kept going and going, jet after jet of hot fluid coating her. By the time I finished my arms were shaking and sweat dripped off my forehead onto her chest.

I dropped onto the mattress beside her, my muscles incapable of supporting my weight. “Mamma mia.” My chest bellowed like I’d run a race. Still dizzy, I needed a lifeline, an anchor. Anything.Her.

I clutched her hand like a foolish, lovesick boy.Only for a second.“Are you okay?”

“Holy smokes.” She was breathing hard as she angled to face me, and her legs tangled with mine. “I had no idea it would be like that.”

It wasn’t always like that. In fact, I’d never experienced anything even close, with the burning need to touch her and breathe her in. Where her pleasure mattered more than mine. Like I was lost and she was the only light I had in this godforsaken world.

But I couldn’t tell her any of that. I learned a long time ago to bury tenderness, to hide it away. Feelings were only used to hurt you in the end.

I released her hand and closed my eyes. “I think the words you are looking for are ‘Grazie, Mo.’”

“Is that so?” She poked my arm. “I think you should be thanking me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I was awesome. Or were you not the one who shouted to the ceiling and nearly passed out during your orgasm a moment ago?”

We stared at each other, and I resisted the urge to smile. I didn’t like the affection tugging at my gut. I couldn’t allow myself to feel anything for her. This wasn’t real; this was duty.

She folded her hands under her cheek. “Why didn’t you come inside me? I thought the point was for us to get pregnant.”

I dragged the back of my knuckles along the soft edge of her breast. “The point is for me to fuck you senseless.”

“We both know that’s not true. You need to come inside me.”

Some deep part of me knew she was right, that we’d run out of time. But my body had rebelled at the last second, even if I wasn’t consciously aware of why.

“I can see him in you and that scares me more than anything else.”

Viviana knew me better than anyone. If she saw hints of my father in me, then I couldn’t risk a child. Children deserve love. I was raised without it, trapped in a household of punishments and terror, so what did I know about being a father or having a family? My role model had been a monster.

Except I wasn’t ready to have that conversation, so I pinched Emma’s nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Her lips parted on a quick breath before she asked, “What about those things you said, you know, before? About filling me up and giving me a baby.”

“You like the idea of it. I could see it on your face in the cellar. Did you search breeding kink on the internet? I bet you read articles on it.”

She bit her bottom lip and I knew I was right. She lifted her chin defensively. “Psychologists claim it’s partly the risk and partly the domination. Or it could be the deep-seated biological need to reproduce. It doesn’t mean I really want to be a baby factory.”

“I don’t care about the reasons. If it makes you come all over my dick, then I’ll keep talking about it.”

I let my fingers travel south, over the streaks of come on her stomach, until I reached the juncture of her thighs. Wetness greeted my fingertips, the proof of her orgasm and mine. “Feel how slippery you are with me all over you. Now imagine it inside you. Myseed.”

“God,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering closed. “I think you have a breeding kink, too.”

Did I? It did turn me on, but I wasn’t sure if it was her reaction or the idea of leaving something of me inside her. “Only with you, mia piccola innocente.”

She grabbed my hand and moved it away from her. “You have to stop.”

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